Shikaku's View
Shikaku stood atop the building, binoculars pressed to his face, though the image swam in a blur.
Why?
Then he realized—the hand holding the binoculars was shaking. His whole body was trembling. He could hardly believe what was unfolding before his eyes.
The Manji Clan's task force—one of the proudest, most feared sword units in Japan—was being annihilated.
The Manji, a clan that had always scorned magic as beneath them, had survived centuries by refining only the sword. Their na alone carried weight; their blades had carved through countless battles. With every generation, they have been able to produced a high-class sword masters without fail… until Zero. His loss had dealt them a crippling blow. Their old head, Oishi, had grown frail, leaving only whispers of hope in a young girl , Miwa .
Even so, they had endured. The Manji task force had kept their clan's reputation intact—ruthless, disciplined, unyielding. Each mber would fight until their last breath. They were the jewel of the Manji, the shield that preserved their na.
And now, they were being wiped out.
Not by an army. Not by so great supernatural faction.
But by one boy, who didn't overpower them but they are not able to kill him .
A boy who, just a year ago, hadn't even belonged to the supernatural world.
Shikaku's breath caught. He rembered Jin's words: "If the Manji clan starts to run—you co down and help ."
At the ti, he thought the boy insane. Jin had said he would fight the Manji alone. That he wasn't running anymore. That he would either die here… or kill them all.
The binoculars slipped from Shikaku's hand, clattering against the rooftop. He turned, jaw tight, and began descending the building.
The Occult Club
In the Occult Research Club room, silence reigned.
The massacre was being broadcast live. Steel clashing, screams, blood—unfiltered carnage spilling into the quiet room. None of them had seen anything like this before. Their lack of reaction said as much. They were too stunned, too horrified, to even find words.
Except one.
Her eyes were cold, unblinking. She hadn't looked away once. Not a flicker. This wasn't new to her—because you don't earn the title of the Underworld's Strongest Queen by being spared from true violence. Grayfia watched carefully, gauging not the slaughter itself, but the children's reactions to it.
Rias sat frozen, at a loss for words. She had t Jin before. She had felt the aura of trouble that clung to him. But this… this wasn't sothing she had ever expected.
Beside her, Akeno's lips curved faintly. There was a strange glint in her eye, her hand idly brushing against her thigh as though savoring the raw brutality of what they were seeing.
Sona broke the silence, voice tight. "This is wrong… this much brutality—"
Rias snapped her gaze toward her, almost offended. "And what exactly do you think he should have done, Sona?"
"I know it's self-defense," Sona admitted, flustered. "But the way he's killing them… it's like he's doing it as if it were sport."
On-screen, Jin drove his claws through a guard's face, another through his throat in the sa savage motion. The victim's hands fluttered helplessly—unsure whether to clutch his ruined eyes or his torn windpipe—before collapsing in a heap.
One of sona peerage bolted from the room, hand over mouth, retching.
Sona opened her mouth to argue further—only to stop as Grayfia's calm voice cut in.
"When a person unlocks their Touki," she said evenly, "no one can predict how it will change them. Body, spirit, and mind must be one. Without harmony, Touki can consu the wielder. That Jin can wield it at all… is itself comndable."
The room fell silent again.
Kiba, watching with clenched jaw, said nothing. He had long wished to master Touki himself, but he carried his own burdens—and knew well how much it demanded.
Koneko, usually quiet, seed to fold in on herself even further.
Finally, Rias spoke. Her voice was soft, but each word carried weight. "When I first t Jin, I told him not to run free in my territory. His response was simple: 'If you don't want them killed, keep them away from .'"
Her words hung in the air like a shadow.
Even Sona, who wanted desperately to reject this violence, found herself unable to deny what she was seeing. Her territory was drowning in blood—but not because of Jin's nature alone. The truth was uglier. The truth was, this was the price of their silence .
And yet, part of her still wanted to reject what she was watching. Reject the violence. Reject him.
But the screen showed no false image . Only Jin—feral, blood-soaked—tearing through the proud swordsn of the Manji clan, alone.
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